Chapter 18

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Norfolk, Virginia Special Agent Fulton stood on the dry dock catwalk, overlooking the Prometheus. Project Crossfire was near its completion. The Prometheus was a masterpiece by any measure. Silos for 440 SSM"s were invisibly installed below the deck of the apparently commercial vessel. Her flat deck with 166,000 square feet had the densest missile population of any ship ever built. The lower storage compartments were so crowded that the missiles could not be reloaded outside of dry dock. But reloading would not be necessary. Once the leviathan ship had fired its entire payload - in evenly dispersed launches of twenty-two missiles each – its mission would be accomplished. Shame the ship and crew had to be destroyed. Prometheus would depart in less than eight hours. Fifteen days into its m

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